Wings

[tricksterofthelord]

[Oh, hey, there is Gabriel! Unfortunately, he won't be so amused about you, regarding he has some issues right now.]

I approve of irony, I really am, but sometimes it gets too much. [Especially when it's played on him. The Trickster likes games, but not being played with. Just like now. Gabriel has lost his powers, all of it, but got apparent wings. Fair trade? Not. So, where else he would be drinking away his annoyance than the bar! His shirt is ripped where the wings suddenly started to grow just like that. He didn't even bother to change it just yet.]

But good sense of humor, really, brilliant... [Not really.]


((ooc: Finally posting, and yes, Gabriel's first experiment~))

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[sosweet]

Nice wings. [Chillin' in the shadows. Oh, you will not get rid of him that easily~]

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel fights back a shiver at that voice.]

Aren't they? [He flashes a grin at Saga then.] Who needs wing-men with these two cuties now, eh? [And he snaps his fingers, trying to at least put some light around him for effect, but nothing happens. Old habits die hard after all. He hopes Saga won't notice it was meant more than just some random snapping, ahahaha~]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Have a very skeptical Sherlock. He is an honest Agnostic: There's as much proof that there is a God as that there isn't. He is undecided.]

Let me guess... The irony is that this isn't a disguise?

[tricksterofthelord]

[The angel frowns and turns toward Sherlock, and eyes him for a moment.]

Expecting a price now, hot-shot? Here, serve yourself a drink, you've earned it. [He would do it personally, by snapping his fingers, but yes, no powers.]

And don't start with the angel babble, if you do, then these are not real, I was drunk one night an' a buddy of mine 's a surgeon with these huge pet eagles. You can tell the rest.

Sorry for delays - notifs are broken :(

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock eyes the man as he pours himself a drink.]

"Angel Stuff"? That would require that I believe in angels. I believe in aliens before angels...

[Not that he thinks either exists in his personal universe - but this place has taught him a few things.]

No prob! ^^

[tricksterofthelord]

You wouldn't guess how close those two are, bro. [Gabriel's slightly relieved that this person not a "hardcore" religious one. But it's annoying that he can't mind-read now.] So, you're seeing dudes with wings all the time then, Spock?

Thanks :)

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Oh, I probably could guess, but it wouldn't be worth it.

[He eye's the man at the name "Spock," John had called him that. He is somewhat lost without his blogger.]

I've seen more here that I never expected to be possible....

[Which is his way to say he hasn't but it's not longer unexpected.]

^-^

[tricksterofthelord]

[The angel sticks his lower lip out in a thinking manner.] Yep, nothing fun there if it's not a prank. [He grunts as he's thinking about that alien-trick, on of his favorites, oh... How he misses his powers...]

[Then he snorts a little as he sips more from his very sugary and strong cocktail.] A regular Plane-attendant, wow, explains it all! No one's ever surprised here anymore 'bout anything.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Does one visit constitute "regular"?

[Sherlock's only saying that to see the reaction. He's not surprised because someone who is as observant as he is is rarely surprised.]

[sosweet]

[Too bad he's not as oblivious as Gabriel thinks. There's a chuckle at the snapping.]

Oh? [This made his day, eheheh~]

[tricksterofthelord]

[The angel lets out an annoyed sound as he's crossing his arms. He looks more like a sulky child now. His day just got the worse!]

Oh yes, for example this lady Athena, maybe I could get her to pet them, easing my pain of bearing such a weight on my shoulders... literally. And then I'd easy her pain alright. [Snorts.]

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel frowns heavily, and looks at Sherlock.] Then it's a damn long visit, isn't it.

This place leaves a deep impression on people tho'. It's like a dance floor where gods, humans and who knows what else are hitting it off. Oh, and the booze is great.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock quirks an eyebrow at the first statement.]

Well, it's better than the alternative.

[Considering he faces going back to his possible death. There's know way to know for sure if his plan will work or not. At the second comment, Sherlock's expression fades to something totally neutral.]

I don't dance.

[He doesn't mingle, doesn't have friends. But he is piecing the information together.]

How did you loose your abilities?

[sosweet]

[Oh you didn‘t...] [A deadly glare. Suddenly, Gabriel is hit violently by an invisible force that he would have resisted normally.

Yes, while he can, he will.]

[bonnypiperlad]

[As luck would have it, that catches the attention of a young man in a kilt who's wandered in, and prompts a rather puzzled look as a result. Someone doesn't quite get it.]

Hey? What do ye mean, irony?

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel doesn't even have time to let out a sound at the blast. He fell heavily on the floor, his wings waving around in a panicky matter as he tries to stand up, but the alcohol he consumed might be more than he can handle right now. So, sitting it is.] SON OF A BITCH--! Don't you guys have honor, or something like that?! Hurting the weak! What would your precious goddess say 'bout it?!

[After all Gabriel is still a child, and a child who had never felt mortal pain before. More to sulk about.]

[tricksterofthelord]

Oh, hating on home. I'm with you in that, bud. [Weak attempt to awkwardly pat the man's arm. But when Sherlock states he doesn't dance, Gabriel just turns to him, checking if he was serious.]

Dude... [He would comment about it but the question stops him. He shivers visibly for a moment, then glares.] I haven't lost them okay, they are... still around. Somewhere. But it's this place's fault I can tell ya that. It's some powerful stuff.

[tricksterofthelord]

Last I checked it's a phrase for something that's funny in a not funny way. [Gabriel grunts and leans his forehead down the counter. He just loves to suffer visibly...]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock watches Gabriel as he attempts to pat his arm. The look says "don't touch."]

I never said I hated home. I said this was better than the alternative. Considering the alternative is my potential death, life is better.

[At the "Dude" remark, Sherlock doesn't know what to say - he doesn't dance. He doesn't "dance" either, but he doesn't dance, and can't imagine why this would be surprising.

But as Gabriel gets defensive, Sherlock just smiles. He was right again.]

I think I've heard of this. An 'experiment'?

[sosweet]

[Well, there's always a first time for everything. Saga comes out of the dark with a subtle, menacing gaze.]

You should be more careful with what you say. Ladies do not deserve such disrespect.

[And if he ever finds out the archangel did so with Morgana, then he will get more than just a blast...]

[tricksterofthelord]

Oh, so they want to kill ya. Bravo! What did you do? Gone all Spock on someone who didn't take it that well? [Gabriel chuckles a little.]

Damn it, it's not normal at all. For a machine to be this powerful! But what makes it worse, that I don't know why, why would it do this?! You're a smart fellow, aren't ya? Answer this riddle then, why it's doing this?!

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel haven't met with Morgana yet, but maybe in the future! Luckily he can't read minds right now, or else he'd really poke that lady too.]

Pfff, as if you know anything about ladies, blue balls. [He rolls his eyes as he's stumbling to his feet, grabbing the counter. His balance is slightly off because of alcohol and the wings.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

No. I flung myself off the side of a building...

[Sherlock's tone is emotionless.]

Maybe it wants to be distracted. I'm not the only one who gets bored.

[tricksterofthelord]

[Now it's the angel's turn to pull a pokerface. He stares at Sherlock, really trying to see if he's serious or...]

You're serious, ha? [He snorts and empties his glass.] Stupid machine. [Actually, he has to admit that this is exactly how he would cure his boredom too. He hates to think that this situation is some kind of karma.] Fucking machine.

actually he did! xD

[sosweet]

[He's talking to the man who got a whole harem when being the Holy Father lol A smug laughter.]

Oh, yes! I must be a child because I do not treat them as objects.